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situation, Mr Mull...

- An-And?

- We're still working on it.

- Jesus Christ, I think you

should pay a little more attention.

- We're paying... No.

Can I make a suggestion, Mr Mullen?

- What? What?

Now, we are going to get

into all of this in time,

but for now, just hang loose.

- Just sit tight so we can get a plan...

- Hang loose? Hang loose?

Sit tight? Which one?

Tom, just let him finish.

- No, it's okay. It's okay.

No, look, look.

- I'm sorry.

If this were my child,

I'd be the same way. Believe me.

It's not a problem at all.

All right, kid, I know

this is hard on you, all right?

But you gotta hang in there.

- How many kidnappings

have you worked before?

- All together, 33.

Uh, now you take away the custodial,

gang, drug-related, I've worked ten.

Now, that's ten traditional,

ransom-oriented abductions

in the last five years.

Now, that's a lot. Believe it or not,

this kind of thing is kind of rare.

Well, um, out of the ten,

how many did you get back?

Got back seven.

Well, the others.

What, um, went wrong?

Oh, life.

What we call the "X" factor.

What's the "X" factor?

What is that?

- Are we set?

- No!

Sh*t, Jack!

Any demands that come up,

now, you just agree.

Let him know he's in charge. Your only

priority is getting your boy back.

Get your boy back.

You follow me?

Now, you've got to give us

some time, Mr Mullen.

You ask to speak to your son.

Ask for some sign that he's alive.

Any information you can get.

Then tell him he has an allergy,

he has, uh, some medical condition.

You want to know what kind of weather

is he in. Is he indoors? Is he outdoors?

- Are we set?

- Go!

- Get your boy back.

- Okay.

Hello?

Cancel it.

We got it. Brenda Chance,

4108 Utopia Parkway.

That's his secretary.

Yeah, we know.

Is our son dead?

Don't ever think that.

Open your mouth.

It's all right. It's food.

So, why can't you starve

in the desert?

'Cause of all

the sandwiches there.

What are you doin'?

What the...

- Voters on Manhattan's East Side...

- What are you thinkin'?

- Will be headed to the polls tomorrow...

- What the hell is going on?

I was tellin' the kid a joke.

What's the big deal?

You like this kid? You wanna get to know

him? Get a little relationship goin'?

You think that's gonna make

things easier or harder?

- Make what easier, Maris?

- Is he for real?

- Yeah, I'm for real, b*tch.

Are you for real?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa! Whoa. Why don't you

just back off, all right?

You step up,

and I'll back off.

Come here.

Listen to me. Look.

With the candy bars and sh*t...

It's just that you might be makin' beds

in a burnin' house.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, but, Clark, man,

the kid's in a cocoon.

And he can't ID anybody.

What the hell

he's supposed to tell 'em?

Wait a goddam second, man.

Clark, you never said nothin'

to me about killin' no kids!

Do you understand

what is goin' on now?

You do not joke with this kid. You don't

play with him. You don't talk to him.

- Don't talk to my brother, all right?

- He is not your pet.

- This is real.

- You don't gotta talk

to my brother, all right?

You got nothin' to say to him. Who do

you think you are? What do you...

- You think you're runnin' sh*t here?

- No, I'm not runnin' sh*t.

My man is runnin' sh*t.

- Oh. Your man. Right.

- But if I have a problem,

I'm going to address it.

- Yeah, I understand. All right.

- I gotta tell you, boys.

She's scarin'

the bejeepers outta me.

- And you're f***in' drinkin' again.

- Well, that's okay, though...

see, 'cause I haven't

been drinkin' with the kid.

I have to tell you something

that I think you should know.

Okay.

I paid him off.

You understand I'm not a priest. I'm not

a psychiatrist. I'm not a lawyer.

Tom, this is not

a protected conversation.

I understand.

See, most guys at the top,

they've acquired their airline.

But not me, no, I built Endeavor

from the ground up.

And it's mine, and no bastard's

takin' it away from me.

No union, no government,

no gangster like Jackie Brown.

I initiated the bribe.

I had a business to run.

I had 2,000 employees,

God knows how many customers...

and I didn't have time

for a goddam machinists' strike.

So, after what I did...

what I proposed and, and carried out...

he's in jail and I'm not.

So my question to you is:

Did Jackie Brown take my son?

Do you wanna go ask him?

I been thinking about you.

- Where's my son?

- What?

Do you think that ending up

in this place is the worst thing

that can happen to you?

- What are you talkin' about?

- Where is my son?

Oh.

Somebody nabbed your kid...

and you think that it's me.

How?

I don't got no connections.

I don't got no friends.

I got no job.

I got no money.

And you, motherf***er,

are accusing me?

Hey! Hey, get off of him!

I got six of my own kids,

and I would die for every one of them.

- Get him outta here!

- And I haven't seen them since I got

locked up in here because of you!

- Get him outta here. Come on!

- Why aren't you in here? Huh?

You f***in' belong in jail!

Who did you bribe?

- I ain't done with you,

you f***! I'll kill you!

- Get him out! Get him outta there!

- Who'd you pay to set me up, you f***?

- Get him outta here!

Come on. You tell me that again.

Say it again. Come on.

- I said that I wasn't

runnin' out this door...

- You weren't runnin'?

Damn, man. I said

I wasn't runnin' with him.

I was runnin' away from him

'cause he was, like, chasin' me.

Yeah, look me in the eye

and tell me that now.

- I was, I was runnin',

but I was runnin...

- Yeah, where were you goin'?

- Got the gat, Jimmy.

Huh? Whoa, whoa. Hey.

Look at that.

- You ever seen that before?

- Uh-uh.

- No? I'm not gonna find

your prints on there?

- No.

No? Bag that up.

Jimmy, uh, we got a problem here.

This guy doesn't want to close

his store right now.

F*** it. Forget about it.

Now, tell me about your buddy.

Oh, man. Uh, I don't know.

I never saw him before.

- It was the first time I saw him.

- Here. Feel that.

- Christ, this thing's pumpin' Kool-Aid.

- Yeah, you got a heart problem, there?

- I was runnin'. I wasn't...

- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Wait. I smell a little bullshit here.

I think he's runnin' a game on me.

- I think he's an LAD.

- You a lyin'-ass dog?

- You got any, uh, Frankenberry

cereal with the marshmallows?

- The guy was chasin' me and l...

- Yo, you get me a lawyer, all right?

- You get your own f***in' lawyer.

Yo, man, these cuffs

are too tight, man.

That's cause they're new.

They'll stretch. You gotta

give them a little time.

- Get in the car. You want a pizza?

You want a hot dog? What do you want?

- Here you go, Jimmy.

- Thanks.

- Let's go back to the house.

Are you a known scumbag in

this precinct or not? Shake your head.

Go on.

Now, a high-profile kid

got snatched yesterday.

You have no idea who knows

about it, huh? NYPD, FBI. Do you?

Shake your head.

No. So what do you do?

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